"Hurry up and pack your things, let's go downstairs for dinner," Rong Qingqing urged Shen Qiao, who was flailing around on the sofa, "You really looked just like a big dog just now."
As soon as she heard about food, Shen Qiao immediately sat up and pouted, not even bothering to argue about being compared to a dog.
Rong Qingqing had rushed out earlier, so she had only eaten half a bowl of porridge, while Shen Qiao hadn't eaten a bite yet.
Neither of them felt like going far, so they directly found a restaurant on the hotel's first floor and walked right in.
At this time, the restaurant was quite crowded. The server led them to a table for two. Just as Rong Qingqing was about to sit down, she heard a familiar "what the hell." When she turned her head and saw that familiar face, two big "what the hells" echoed in her mind.
"It's you again!"
"Why is it still you?"
Both of them took a step back.
